Cloudy
The sky is grey and white and
Cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hangin' down on me
And it's a hitch-hike a hundred miles
I'm a ragamuffin child
Pointed finger painted smile
I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while
Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're
Cloudy
They have no borders, no boundaries
The echo and the swell
From Tolstoi to Tinker Bell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket
And a lot of time to kill
Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like a floating question why?
They linger there to die
They don't know where they're going
And my friend neither do I
Cloudy...
Cloudy...
Cloudy...
Cloudy...
Writer(s): Paul Simon, Bruce Woodley
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